Author's Note

I'm sorry; I had to do it. Cranking out that last chapter started wearing on me, so I let my fun side dominate this little side project to let out some steam. Consider this an alternate, non-canon ending.

Insert whatever song you want, but I was listening to this from my music class's curriculum.

Enjoy.

Bonus: Dance, Part 2.5

Suddenly, the main lights dimmed. With a loud click, the strobe lights and disco ball activated once more, returning the auditorium to what it had once looked like earlier in the night. We heard the crackle of the intercom, turning to the speakers above the doorway.

"My little students, it seems we're all very preoccupied at the moment, and we'll need someone to watch the auditorium until we can come back to dismantle everything else. Lulu and I- Ow!" Celestia yelped as an audible thump was transmitted over the microphone, and in the background, I heard quiet laughter from others in the room. "Luna and I believe we can trust you four to look the place over for a bit. Enjoy."

As the intercom crackled once more, we all turned to one another, eyes flickering between to see who would break into a smile first. The barista would be the one to do so, whooping loudly.

"Awww yeaaah! Finally!" Within seconds, the parts of the sound system that had been dismantled were set up once more, and the girl gave a turntable a test spin. "Sorry, you guys, but I gotta do this."

I reeled back, anticipating a "wub attack," but she played a bizarrely dated playlist of 90's hip hop. This time, though, she was more liberal with her remixing, recording samples of the music and chopping them live. Her additions to the tracks not only made it more unique but also more enjoyable.

I felt a smile coming, and, glancing over at Sunset and Flash, they likely felt the same. Additionally, I felt compelled to start moving. Slowly, I started bobbing my head, and the other two followed suit. Eventually, the barista crossfaded into a more intense song, and we cheered at the boom of the bass. Sunset tapped on my shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw Flash beginning to shuffle. His jacket and tie were placed up on the stage, and his sleeves were rolled up.

"Yo, I think- I think something's happening to me!" He pushed his hand to his chest and popped into a breakdance. An invisible groove moved his body, one joint at a time, and he chased it up one arm, down a leg, up the other, and down the other arm. Meanwhile, I quickly ripped my own jacket and tie off. He reversed his dance, looking at me with a smile.

Beside me, Sunset giggled.

"Here," Flash shouted, "you take it!"

He let it roll of his fingers, and I caught it, letting the groove possess me instead. It travelled up my arm, pushing my chest out a couple times before falling down to my feet. It paralyzed them and forced my back to arch. I tipped forward, falling onto the floor and flopping like a worm. Mid-dance, I placed my hands on the ground and pushed as hard as I could backwards, landing back on my feet in front of the two. I picked the groove off from my feet, but it fought back, wiggling my right hand as it traveled across my wingspan to my left hand. Feeling it starting to slip from my grasp, I tossed it up in the air, gazing over at Sunset.

"Your turn!"

Sunset stepped back in surprise, nervousness painted on her face.

"H- huh? I don't..." She looked up. "I can't breakdance! Wait!" Flash and I traced the path of the groove with our heads as it fell back to the ground. It soon landed on Sunset, who did a simple shimmy before breaking into a fit of embarrassed laughter. Behind her, the barista stifled a chuckle of her own.

In that half hour, all the stresses of the world stood aside, allowing the briefest of cheerful festivities.